When you're gone,
I have to replace you with
     something.
I can't be without you.
So, the nearest tree becomes
     who you were
and I laugh at the leaves.

If you ever come around
     when the trees talk to me,
please don't think I'm strange,

I'm just missing you
and the branches of your love.

10/10/2008

Posted on 10/10/2008
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